“I can agree to that,” he said. “As long as you don’t play with anyone else either.”
“Fine.”
“Great.”
There was a strange electricity in negotiating with Dorian. Both of our tones had sharpened. Our eyes remained trained on each other, as though we were daring the other to blink.
The waitress came over with our bill.
“You going to get that?” I asked him.
Perks of being a domme, after all.
Didn’t help that my checking account was only in the double-digits.
Dorian broke eye contact. He slid the bill in front of him and took out his wallet. I still had no idea what he did for a living, but the thin, leather wallet and the shine on his watch told me he probably lived comfortably enough that this wouldn’t make a dent.
He walked me out to the street. He lifted his arm and let out a sharp whistle, hailing a cab. I was quietly charmed. Who whistled for a cab anymore? Most people just pushed a button on their phone. There was something old fashioned about it that I liked.
The cab rolled to a stop in front of us. He opened the door and gestured me inside.
I twisted around to face him. Standing close like this, Inoticed how tall he was. I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. “What’s your address?” I asked.
His jaw tightened. “We’ve both been drinking. I don’t think…”
“I’m not coming home with you. Not tonight. How are Fridays for you?”
“Open.”
“Good. I’m coming over next Friday at seven.” I walked my fingers over his chest. “Do you think you can control yourself between now and then?”
“How do you mean?”
“Don’t come. Between now and Friday. I’ll know.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Yes, mistress.”
“Good.”
And then…I kissed him.
I hadn’t planned on it. In fact, I’d told myself repeatedly that Iwouldn’t.
But my body moved forward instinctively, as though we’d been married for twenty years and this was just the way of things, a gentle kiss before we parted ways for the night. As though his soul recognized mine, he opened too, applying pressure. The heat of his mouth sought mine. He tasted like sweet liquor and white knuckled restraint.
I sealed the kiss without pulling away. Our bodies swayed, foreheads pressed together.
“Do you like kissing me?” I asked.
“Yes.” He panted lightly against my mouth.
“Do you want to kiss me again?”
“Yes.”
I ghosted my lips across his. The energy between us was electric, and I was buzzing on it.
“Then enjoy it…because that’s the last time you’ll feel my lips…until you prove to me that you can be a good boy.”
